Monday, February 21, 2011

Bad Luck Magnets

So there's always good magnets jokes out there, but in general no one ever talks about the other kind of magnet: The bad luck magnet.

This is usually me.

I literally seem to attract bad luck. Like take last Monday, for example. Firstly, it was Monday. Monday is a total brat fink who should be drop kicked into another state. Unfortunately, it's never happened, so Monday is always going to throw Things That Are Not Nice my direction.

Like the toilet.

I've never had a problem with my toilet before, so it was a bit of a shock Monday morning (Valentines Day, btw) to hear a strange water sound and rush into about a 1/4" of water on the floor from the overflowing toilet. Larry was called, and it seemed the toilet valve (which has been limed shut since I moved in) finally broke. Larry turned off the water (to my whole apartment, btw) and took the toilet apart.

Then he said "I could have sworn I had a spare part for this thing."

So I had no water and no toilet for two days.

Thank goodness for Youtube and its wonderful goodness.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Dear Blog Lurkers...

I know you're there. I have a free Analytics account, so it tells me when someone looks at my blog. So guess what:

I like comments. It makes me know you're reading my blog. ;)

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Time to Kill

I'm sitting here in the Salt Lake City Airport, waiting for stuff to open, and blogging. Why I am I blogging in the SLC International Airport? Because I missed my flight. How did I, the Queen of Never Being Too Late to Anything, miss my flight, you ask? That's a very good question, but it involves a number of factors.

Factor number 1) I did my laundry way to late last night, in the building's laundromat. I know, I vowed to never use those dryers again, but I simply didn't want to go out and do it. I was tired. So sue me.

Unfortunately, this meant I couldn't 100% pack last night, because everything was still damp (lesson learned). Also, because it was late, I was up until almost 2AM finishing stuff up.

Factor number 2) The flight was at 7:10 in the morning. If you've stayed up until almost 2, and then realize you have to get up at 5 in order to make it on time with everything you have left to do, you will wake up at almost 6.

Factor number 3) This one is simply not my fault. I still had just enough time to make it. Just barely. But I couldn't find the terminal for ticketing. So I asked a guy at the information desk.

For reasons yet unexplained he said "You want to take a right out of here and head down to International Arrivals and Departures. It sounds weird, but that's where it is."

What a jerk. I walked all the way over, and then I was stuck. It obviously wasn't there, so I ran all the way back with a full suitcase (it's a carry-on. Don't look at me like that!) and my laptop bag while wearing a wool vest and long wool coat.

In case you were wondering, running in this much wool will make you sweat uncontrollably.

So now I'm going to be late for the reception.

Fortunately, I'm flying US Airways. Here's a totally shameless bit of free advertising for them, because they rock. US Airways doesn't charge you to change your flight. Yup. That's right. You can show up late, it can totally be your fault, and they won't charge you.

After all that crazy, this totally made my day. Thanks, guys! Thanks wonderful lady at the ticketing desk! You've staved off a meltdown, saved the day, and I'm still going to make it to Minnesota for Emily's reception!

Now I'm going to go have a little nap before my flight so I don't need to caffeinate and get more high-strung than I am.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

A Paradox

Have you ever had a period of time where everything is happening and nothing blog-worthy is happening? That's where I've been all week. And I should have updated ten days ago with some very cool sorority stuff.

My team won Sorority Iron Chef.

Yup. After the random free-for-all at the table we found ourselves with two bananas, a package of Ritz crackers, coconut, sugar, craisins, a can of pumpkin, two thingies of nasty cinnamon roll flavored pudding, melted chocolate, crumbled cookies, and the secret ingredient: Marshmallows.

We made this:

We called it Fall Fiesta. It's really a modified pumpkin pie. It was apparently good, but banana-y. Maybe I can rebuild it into something viable for publication?

Or maybe I'm completely out of my tree?
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